Isabella’s point of view
I turned on the bed immediately I heard the door slam, my body was still humming from the way he touched me, that was enough reason to stay in bed. But I didn’t.
I slipped out of bed and wore one of his shirts with a short. I went out following the scent of garlic and rosemary before the voices reached me. I slowed down near the kitchen.
I heard them say something, I stepped closer, then I saw her.
Elena.
The last encounter I had with her was bad, she was Bruno’s bed warmer, and she had boasted about it. I remember some of the words she said to me.
“You didn’t even wait for your husband’s grave to get cold before chasing after his brother.”
She is that kind of woman who knows how to exist in a man’s shadow without doing too much. She stood too close to him,
